Again, the morning mist rises,
might calm the weather is today.
clinging to the cold lonely.
It bones, and marrow to sink.
I again the lives of the coil,
like a film strip. Chassis
end time after time again.
I can see how friends by my side pass,
I learned as a child, sometimes the Finnish language,
tunes, the notes of the melody.
Maybe sometimes I compose something.
I walk the trail of the great longing,
I write poetry rhymes it.
I have seen the magic of Midas,
felt the lure of money,
seen riches and poverty.
Felt the shock of violence,
a distance traveled of genuine love.
A moment here in time rested.
I have burned in the fire,
given heart to deceive over the ice.
Now I pass the souls off.
Life as a movie Kaurismäki,
I drank the nectar from your lips.
After a while I thought that I heard delusions,
and I found the love of the harbor at last.
Now, though I walk in the direction I've lost,
your words hurt, and all broke
I was the angel whose feathers were burned
the storms of the world.